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Loading ...The Observer : This much he knows
“I don’t lose my temper very often, but in the morning, if I can’t get a jacket off a hanger, or if I can’t plug the kettle in first time, or if a cupboard doesn’t open properly, then I can suddenly become absolutely bloody rattled. Hangers, particularly. I’ve been known to break them.
It’s slightly more fun to play a nasty character, because in life you’re not generally allowed to be nasty. And you can arrange your face in satisfyingly horrible ways. Playing the good person, there is a narrower range of facial work.
I’ve never hit anyone. Blokes fighting just look horrible. Their faces go funny, their bodies look stupid, they get dirty, their clothes don’t look good any more. I spotted that quite early on. Apart from the fact that it hurts.”
Read it all at the Guardian / Observer
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Poor fellow. Sadly, I understand. Especially with the hangers. I find that my tea-pot likes to blow its top instead of, you know, whistling to let me know its getting too hot like its supposed to.
Stupid kettle.
And I find that when I’m desperate to have my first cup of coffee and WAKE UP, the dog and cats are desperate to be let out (dog), in (cats), and fed. And one of the cats likes to try to trip me in her attempts to push me towards the food cabinet. I cannot tell you how often I’ve broken cups, spilled coffee everywhere … Thankfully, I’ve forgotten how these problems were magnified when my kids were toddlers — they too would have added to the cacophony!